So I finally borrowed and read The Da Vinci Code the other day, just to see what all the hype was about. And I was fairly disappointed. Being very unfamiliar with Catholic mythology or history, I’m not qualified to spot many of what I’ve heard were historical errors, inaccuracies, or just plain fabrications. But to be honest, I found it was just bad storytelling. The writing was stilted, the plot twists implausible and forced, and some of the clues were very obvious. If I wanted to read about conspiracy theories, I could check out Indymedia or Al Jazeera.
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I’ve also been introduced to the world’s most addictive card game. Play it at your own risk.
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I hate washing dishes. I think we need to invent self-cleaning dishes. Like the self-cleaning oven. Same concept. They’d sell like hotcakes. (What exactly is a hotcake? And if they sell so many of them, how come I’ve never seen one for sale?)
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At a trip to the library today, I experienced my usual frustration at finding all the books I wanted to read checked out, with 15 people on their waiting lists and no chance of getting my hands on them until 2007. Unless, of course, nice people buy me presents from my Amazon wishlist (hint, hint). But then I stopped to think about what would happen if everyone suddenly decided to return their books at once. No way would there be enough space in the stacks for even a quarter of all the books that the library must own.
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Being a night owl is really tough when you have a day job. No wonder I hate mornings so much. Goodnight.